Luke

I let the helmet fall to the ground and dropped into my cot in the same routine that has been haunting me for the last week. We get up in the morning, see our orders slipped underneath the tent, skip breakfast, pack, get in our tank, and hunt down whatever goose Zahckrael has us after that day. It's been non-stop fighting, day after day. We drive, search for the enemy, and when we don't find them, we wait for them to come for us, and they always do. Same ambush too to the point they're becoming predictable. We hold our ground, hope the earth doesn't swallow us whole, and kill the enemy. Day after day without pause.

27. How many lives I've taken in the last week alone. As of today, Gi Gu got his count up to 19 and Gan up to 80. Of course, he takes the credit for whatever kills we get as, well, according to him, with him being the driver and all, he's kind of responsible for everything we do. He's not wrong. And with his leg still busted, I'm not inclined to deprive him of the pleasure he seems to get from this war. Do I get pleasure from it? Well. Maybe a little. Maybe its that same sense of pleasure that comes from a feeling of strength and dominance, but then again, maybe its something else. All the same, I know when I'm beat. That was 7 days ago before our first goose chase and I'm still feeling it today. I don't know how many more days like this I can take. Will I keep going? Of course. Will I complain? Maybe, but I'll keep going and nothing's going to stop me. Not the Fire Nation, not The Earth Kingdom, and not Zahckrael. I'll keep going as long as I have to.